Tomorrow is on its way,
that special time of year.
I can’t believe,
it’s almost here.
Time for:
Ghosts,
Zombies,
Vampires,
Werewolves,
and other things,
that go bump in the night.
But never fear,
Halloween will come,
Halloween will pass,
just try not to have,
a fright attack.
Time for trick or treats
With kids ringing loud door bells
For candy and sweets
Part 1
Pumpkins, ghosts, and scares
Halloween crawling closer
The best time of year
Part 2
Almost Halloween
The days are growing closer
Beware the graveyards
Lacing up the shoes
This crisp and cool fall morning
For a run today
It felt good to get in some miles this morning – love running this time of year.
Anybody else love to run in the fall with the leaves crunching under your feet? If not running, do you just love being outside in the nice weather?
Spring’s green – Summer’s warmth
Turns to multicolored leaves
In Fall’s fading light
Fall 1
The air of Autumn
Colors leaves of dying green
Gold, orange, and red
Fall 2
Crisp, cool morning air
Nipping at your finger tips
Frost will be here soon
Blue skies and no clouds
A warm, bright, and beautiful
Carolina day
The Caped Crusader
Hidden under a black mask
His identity
Serious
♣
Conscious or dreaming
Lost somewhere among the mind
Visions haunted him
♣
Humor
🙂
He was conscious of –
what his actions meant, but he –
had to let one rip
🙂
Cool run this morning
I had to wear the long sleeves,
and some running gloves
Dark clouds hovering
Tossing rain drops on the ground
Splashing through puddles
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A dark cloud filled sky
Sitting at home all alone
Waiting on the sun
My son’s endless cries
Hard tears on a father’s soul
Purest pain on Earth
I had debated about posting this one after I wrote it a few days ago, but it seems to fit the moment my wife and I are in right now. We are trying to let our son sleep until he falls asleep so we can get him on a better schedule. He seems to be getting better, but this is one of those tough times in his life and mine.
A butterscotch light
With beams of candy yellow
Fills the sky of blue
Watching my son sleep
Sipping on my coffee cup
A perfect morning
Almost Halloween
The days are growing closer
Pumpkin carving time
Part 1
Pumpkins, ghosts, and scares
Halloween crawling closer
The best time of year
A thick graveyard’s shroud
Hangs over the world today
As peace is ravaged
••
A tall wooden mast
Supported by stays and shrouds
Help sails hold the wind
••
Ectoplasm trail
A lingering ghostly shroud
Cold spots in the room
••
Mommy sleeps – peaceful dreams
Baby is in the nursery
Daddy’s eyes are wide open
Such a peaceful time,
this time of morning
The sun is just up over the horizon,
ready to do its rounds for the day
I draw in a breath
I feel sleep
still
lingering
just
behind
my
eyes
I know I will need a nap soon
It was a late night
A tough night
In the end it will be worth it
The baby monitor squeaks beside me
I listen to my son as he moves about
What is going on behind his eyes?
What is going on inside his dreams?
Sweet beams of sunlight,
filter in through the window
Caffeine calls
Time for my morning cup
The century mark
One hundred posts which is great
Thank you followers
♥
Love, warmth, peace, and joy
In a safe and secure place
I like to call home
It’s heading towards –
the wee hours of the morning.
My wife nurses as the baby feeds.
I sit and I ponder.
The joys my son could bring.
I ramble.
As I write this poem –
that has no direction.
Maybe I have no direction.
A writer I want to be.
I laugh.
Is that something I can achieve?
All the years I’ve struggled.
A few hits –
mostly misses.
As I take on this new journey.
A path into fatherhood.
I know I can’t lose focus
or
direction.
I need to be strong for him.
I need to be a good example for him.
I need to be someone he looks up to.
I guess I am really rambling now.
Like my poem 2 in the morning.
I am just rambling.
Sleep please take me away.
In the pot you drip
Bring on the caffeination
Magic coffee bean
Part 1
Caffeinated dreams
Bring on the master liquid
My mind needs a boost
Part 2
Liquid energy
Red blood racing through my veins
Strong like rocket fuel
Part 3
Warm master liquid
Let me worship at your cup
Brew faster for me
Part 4
Mister Master Brew
You’re the caffeinated king
Morning starts with you
Dangling – Treacherous
Waiting for the squirrel’s feast
Nature’s hand-grenades
A Poetry Journey 